Cho breathed nervously as she sat down clutching her Comet. Today she would be playing for the Junior World Cup. Today she would play in front of millions of fans. Today she would finally see Harry again. Cho felt a hand on her back and turned around to see her brother standing behind her. He smiled at her and said, "I know how I felt when I played in my first international match. There isn't anything quite like it. You'll do fine. I know you will, after all you are a Chang."

"I can't wait till after the match. I just want to see Harry," said Cho with a mock whine.

"He'll be there, just concentrate on the match or Mum an' Dad will never let you live it down," joked Arus. "I'm going to have some words with Potter later."

"I guess…" said Cho as she stood up. "See you later Gu gu."

"Good luck, mei mei."

"Is Potter going to show?" whispered Voldemort as he glared down at Snape.

"I believe so my lord," said Snape, not daring to look up.

"Mr. Chang, you will make sure that Miss Chang is the one that will catch the snitch?" asked Voldemort.

"Of course, and in return you will grant me all land east of the Yellow River?" replied a figure from the shadows.

"That is what we agreed upon."

"Consider it done."

"Then we proceed. Bella have them ready, I want to strike right before Miss Chang catches the snitch," Said Voldemort as he lazily motioned for Bellatrix Lestrange to leave.

"I hear and I obey my lord," whispered Bellatrix as she bowed and left.

"Then my victory is assured," said Voldemort as he quietly toasted himself for the very near demise of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"Dumbledore, Voldemort mobilizes, he is going to ambush Potter with Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Avery, Rookwood,Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov. There may be more but those are the most dangerous," said Snape as he watched Dumbledore pace about his office.

"That is…enexpected. I admit, I did not think Tom would want all of his best tonight, he is going into this one might say…overprepared," Said Dumbledore as he stared out the window.

"Potter will need help," stated Snape coolly.

"That much is obvious, but how much help I wonder?"

"What do you possibly mean? This is Voldemort we're talking about here!" Snape practically shouted.

"Voldemort is third most powerful Dark Wizard to have ever lived but Harry has Merlin the Great beside him, literally. I consider it a very close match at the least." Said Dumbledore simply.

"Wait… Third most powerful? Who are the other two?"

"That is not for you to know at this point Severus. Right now all we can do is to assemble the Order. Call Mad-eye, Kingsley, Nymphadora, Remus, and Sirius."

"Black is still a wanted man."

"He is an animagus is he not? He can fight in dog form. Now we must be ready, I have no doubt that Harry will fight with everything he has but he will need us eventually."

"Understood."

"Let's hope that we can hope to match the forces arrayed against us," Whispered Dumbledore as he stroked Fawkes' head.

Harry took one last look at the room; it had been his first time living on his own. The freedom was enjoyable but sometimes it got lonely. With a pang of guilt, Harry instantly recalled Cho's laughing face. He pulled on his traveling cloak, threw the hood over his face, shrugged his pack on and walked out.

"Ready?"

"If you mean paying for my stupidity for the last few months? Then yeah."

"You've grown."

"No I haven't, I've just been smacked in the face by reality. It's a wakeup call I really needed."

Merlin just chuckled.

Harry gave Tom the amount of money he was owed before stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron, mounting his Firebolt, and disappearing into the night sky.

"Alright, this is it. We've made it this far. The only thing standing between us and legend is China. Their good, I'll give them that but, we're better," said Oliver Wood as the England Junior National Team stood before him. "If we give it everything we've got I have no doubt we'll win. We're dead even for Chasers, we outclass their Beaters, but they've got a better Keeper than me. It's gonna come down to the Seeker. Cho you're the best damned seeker Hogwarts' seen since Charlie Weasley. You've got this in the bag."

"Not true. Harry's the best seeker Hogwarts' ever had. I'm second, but today I'm still going to come out on top." Said Cho in a confident voice, her Scottish accent noticeably swelling with determination.

"Then let's do this," said Wood as he slapped Cho's back before walking out of the Changing Rooms. The rest of the team quickly followed suit.

"Today we have the Finals of the Junior World Cup! Playing for the glory of victory and the chance to go down in history as legends are the teams from England and China!" Roared Arus as he tried to make himself heard over the insane crowd.

"First up, China led by Captain and Seeker Kang Chang!" yelled Arus as Streaks of red and yellow blazed from the left end of the pitch. China was here, and they meant to win.

"Here comes England! Led by Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood, and playing in place of Seeker Harry Potter is Cho Chang!"

The crowd fell silent as they realized they were in for a treat. It was going to be a head on clash between the most influential family in the Wizarding world. Chang versus Chang. This would be a match to remember; the two youngest of the Chang Dynasty would be going all out in an effort to be the one that brought home the gold.

The crowd cheered madly as the English team burst out of the right side of the Quidditch Pitch. The two teams hovered in the middle of the pitch, neither team taking their eyes off of the opposing players.

"I hope your prepare to lose cousin," Said Kang Chang with a sneer.

"Don't cry too much when England wins." Said Cho with a small smile.

"Where's Potter eh? To scared of me? Always knew he was a joke and a coward." Said Kang in a satisfied voice when he saw he had touched a nerve.

"I'm going to enjoy crushing you," Said Cho as her eyes narrowed, insults between the teams she could stand, but when Kang starts badmouthing Harry he was going to pay. Dearly.

"You wish," Whispered Kang as he flew higher.

The match started with a flurry of action; within ten minutes, the score was 90-90, both teams were completely even and they were playing at breakneck pace. Cho decided that she was going to play Quidditch her way. She feinted, dodged, blocked and zigzagged as she made her way around the field leading Kang on a wild goose chase, he knew she was faking, and she knew he knew; but Kang couldn't afford to let Cho run wild lest she actually saw the snitch. Half an hour into the game the score as a record 340-340, no one could ever remember a game being this even; the two teams seemed to be mirror images of each other, attacking and defending in precise, methodical fashion. The members of these two teams were going to be superstars out of school and coaches were licking their lips just waiting for the match to end so they could start signing the future supernovas.

"There goes Angelina with the Quaffle! She dodges Li, dodges Zhang, and She- AH! She's lost the Quaffle to Shen! Possession switches to China!"

"Shen blazes down the center, dodges Bell… and Shen loses the Quaffle to Davis! Possession back to England!"

The two teams clashed repeatedly neither side willing to give more than ten points ground, and they retook it almost immediately. The crowd was intently focused on the wild display of talent unfolding between the two Seekers, Cho and Kang were darting around the pitch searching for the snitch as much as they were foiling the other teams scoring attempts. The game had lasted for an hour at this point. The score was still tied at 680-680, the pace at which both teams had played at had slowed, China and England were tiring out quickly, the pressure on the seekers to catch the snitch was rapidly increasing.

Cho and Kang swerved around in increasingly complicated acrobatics as they tried to gain even a second of ground on the other seeker but neither could produce a sizeable advantage over the other.

"Davis swerves around Shen, Bludger knocks Zhang out of the way… He shoots… HE SCORES! ROGER DAVIS SCORES! 720-700! England has taken a 20 point lead!" screamed Arus Chang as he jumped up and down in excitement. England's fans roared in approval as China's fans just simmered.

Cho swerved and headed directly for England's Goalposts, she had seen the snitch looping circles around the Chinese Goalposts and was hoping to distract Kang the same way Harry had distracted Roy Martin. It worked. Kang shoot after Cho like a rocket leaning low on his broom in order to reach maximum velocity as fast as possible. Cho accelerated as well; leading Kang into her trap, at the last second before hitting one of the goalposts she pulled up and did a vertical 360 in order to fly off in the direction of the Chinese Goalposts. Kang wasn't as lucky, although he had reflexes just as good as his cousins he didn't have the advantage of knowing what he was going to do beforehand, he relied on his reflexes and Cho heard a satisfying crunch from behind her, knowing that she had put Kang out of commission for a good amount of time.

"And England's Seeker has pulled off a devastating feint that has incapacitated China's Seeker! Cho Chang now has a huge advantage and if she catches the snitch England wins!" roared Arus into the magical microphone as England's supporters practically threw themselves off of the stands and a massive groan rose up from China's side of the pitch as they saw Kang slam into England's Goalpost.

Cho dived towards the Chinese Goals and their Keeper dived out of the way in fear thinking Cho Chang was coming to dive-bomb him. Cho extend her hand. She was fifteen feet away… Ten feet… Five feet…

When Cho was less than a foot away from the snitch all hell broke loose. Screams could be heard as dark figures apparated and flew into the stadium. One of them was Lord Voldemort. The Crowd panicked as they turned into a mob all of them trying to get out of the stadium before everyone else. Voldemort laughed at the confusion. Arus Chang had dived for cover and was sending a message to Dumbledore as he pulled out his wand. He was going to need reinforcements. A lot of them. He recognized the faces of many of the Death Eaters; Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Avery, Rookwood,Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov. Obviously there's been a breakout from Azkaban. The Lestranges and Dolohov were definitely supposed to be in Azkaban. This was not good. He was vastly outgunned and it would be suicide to try to fight them; but Cho was in danger. Arus Chang took a deep breath and steadied himself. He could take down one maybe two before they overwhelmed him with numbers; he just hoped Cho would get away.

"As long as Cho gets away then everything will be alright."

Just as Arus Chang leapt out from behind his cover and started firing spells a figure on a broomstick shot out from the darkness and slammed into Lord Voldemort throwing him sideways like a rag doll. Arus mentally gawped at the recklessness of this new ally but quickly turned his attention to the Death Eaters as he started to duel.

Voldemort was stunned by the ferocity of the suddenness of his attacker. Pain lanced through his side as he steadied himself. Whoever it was they were going to suffer, oh yes… they were going to regret ever doing that to Lord Voldemort he would make sure of that.

The figure dismounted their broom and stood in thin air, just hovering. It moved in front of Cho as it pulled a wand out. The cloaked and hooded figure asked in a familiar voice. "Cho, are you hurt?"

"No, who are you?" replied Cho as she tried to deduce the identity of her savior.

As the figure was about to answer Voldemort screamed in fury as he flew straight at the two firing spell after spell at them. The figure grabbed Cho's arm and dived down towards the ground, Voldemort's spells missed the pair by inches. Many in the crowd had disappeared by now, no doubt have left the stadium and diapparated.

"Where is Dumbledore? He should've gotten my message by now," Thought Arus as he dodged half a dozen incoming spells.

The figure left Cho on the ground before flying back up to meet Voldemort. "Can't say I'm happy to see you today Voldemort."

"Who are you?" hissed Voldemort as he drew himself up into a dueling stance.

"The one you've failed to kill many, many times," Said Harry as he threw off the traveling cloak. "and we'll add another time to the list after today."

"I doubt that Harry Potter. You are going to die here today. Look around you. You are outnumbered. You are bested in skill and in experience. There is no way you will win." Whispered Voldemort in a low voice.

"I think not Tom. You seem to forget that wherever your Death Eaters show up, we are there as well. The Order has arrived," Said Dumbledore as the Order apparated outside the stadium and strode in.

"You always did enjoy meddling in my affairs Dumbledore, but today that changes nothing. Bella, now!" said Voldemort as his snake like slits narrowed. Bellatrix Lestrange and the other Death Eaters raised their wands as one and casted a complex and alien spell before the Order could react and sudden a gigantic dome of a shield charm separated Dumbledore, The Order of the Phoenix, and Arus from Harry and Cho.

"Cho!" roared Arus in desperation as he threw spell after spell at the gigantic Shield; impossibly, the shield absorbed everything Arus threw at it.

"Now Potter… It's just you and me. There is no escape like the other times. We duel," Murmured Voldemort as he assumed a dueling stance.

"Cobra's Venom. He means to finish you off in one move."

With Merlin's warning in mind Harry assumed Thor's Hammer, it was going to be a contest of whose reflexes were better. Harry's natural reflexes were already extremely well developed; add in the strain of being a top notch Seeker and he already had the reflexes of a champion duelist. Voldemort on the other hand was one of the greatest wizards the world had ever seen.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Sive Mucro!"

Voldemort shot a jet of green light towards Harry in the blink of an eye, Harry responded instantly by conjuring swords that flew towards Voldemort. A couple of the swords disintegrated as they collided with the jet of green light but effectively neutralized it. Voldemort easily obliterated the remaining swords.

"Sive Mucro? Not exactly spells they teach at Hogwarts if memory serves me correctly." Whispered Voldemort in a silky voice as he and Harry circled each other.

"I read books."

"I see. Primero Muerte!" said Voldemort as he suddenly slashed at Harry with his wand. Harry had been expecting this however and dived out of the way as he fired a stunner in Voldemort's direction.

The pair continued to circle each other as Cho watched. She was petrified. Here Harry was dueling You-Know-Who for his life and Harry didn't even seem worried. On one hand she admired Harry's courage, on the other hand he couldn't but help wonder if Harry was just plain crazy.

Dumbledore, The Order, and Arus watched helplessly as Harry and Voldemort dueled. None of them had expected Harry to hold his ground like he was doing. Voldemort wasn't trying extremely hard at this point but, neither was Harry. Neither wizard seemed to have gotten serious.

"Crucio!" yelled Voldemort as he pointed his wand. Harry easily dodged until he realized that spell was never intended for him. Cho's screams of anguish cracked the air. Harry wheeled around to see Cho on the ground writhing in pain. Harry roared in fury as he rounded on Voldemort. He had gone too far. If Voldemort had a death wish, Harry would gladly oblige. That son of a bitch had driven Harry straight off the deep end.

"Dumbledore may be above using the Dark Arts against you; but I am not he. You've gone too far this time. You hurt Cho. I'm going to pay you back the pain she felt a thousand times. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Roared Harry as he shoot a crackling beam of green light at Voldemort.

"That's it Potter! You've got to mean it! You've got to want to kill me! Trenta Muerte!" screeched Voldemort as he raised his wand. A jet of pure black erupted out of the tip of his wand. The jet of black and the beam of green collided and Priori Incantatem happened. A thin beam of gold connected the two wands as a cage of golden light encased the two. Harry and Voldemort both instinctively grabbed their wands with both hands, they knew the consequences of loosing this mental battle.

Cho had recovered enough from the sudden pain that she saw Harry fire the Killing Curse at Voldemort and a jet of black erupt from Voldemort's wand she also saw the Priori Incantatem effect from the collision of the two spells.

"Priori Incantatem? But that means… Harry has the same core as Voldemort's? How is that possible?"

Harry and Voldemort both strained as the orbs of light seemed to hover in the center not moving either way. Harry drew upon his memories of Cho for solace as his concentration waned. He reminded himself that he was doing this for her. With mighty heave, Harry broke the connection of the twin cores as the golden cage around them shattered like a million pieces of glass. Harry and Voldemort pointed their wands at each other and shouted.

"Decimo Muerte!"

"Aduro. Incendia. Maxima!"

A wave of darkness exploded from Voldemort's wand as it rushed towards Harry, a similar wave of white light erupted from Harry's wand as it shot towards Voldemort. The two waves collided in between Voldemort and Harry and an explosion of white and dark light blinded everyone. The force of the explosion tore the gigantic Shield spell to shreds as Death Eaters and Order members alike ducked for cover. Dumbledore stood calmly as he shielded himself and those near them from the force of the explosion. Arus Chang took the opportunity to run into the blast in the direction of his sister.

As the dust cleared, it was not clear what had happened. Who won? Was Harry alive? Was Voldemort alive? Hell, was anyone alive?